All Chapters of Daddies Taste Better : Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

GAGE ASHFORD°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･I must be the most god-awful person in the whole world.The thought settled over me like the damp chill that clung to the hospital room. My hands stayed deep in my pockets, though there was no one left to notice if they trembled. The relief had come unbidden earlier that afternoon in the exam room, when the ultrasound screen had gone quiet and the technician’s face had tightened in that professional way, and for one brief, unforgivable instant my shoulders had eased and the constant knot in my chest had loosened. One less life I could ruin. One less child who would eventually look at me the way Noah already had.The shame that followed had been immediate and vicious, but it hadn’t erased the feeling entirely, and now, sitting here in the aftermath, I hated myself for the way it still lingered at the edges of my mind. Eight weeks. It was eight goddamn weeks.Long enough for us to have whispered possible names in the dark, long enough for me to have bought th

For a second I could only stare at him, caught off guard by the sheer, uncomplicated joy in his grin. I lowered the window a few inches, the cool evening air slipping inside along with the faint scent of wet pavement and lilies from the shop next door. “Where are your parents, little man?” I asked, keeping my voice gentle. The boy giggled, rocking back on his heels like this was the best game he had ever played, and in that moment a woman hurried around the corner of the building, coat flapping open, followed closely by a man who looked just as flustered. She scooped the child up in one smooth motion, settling him on her hip with the practiced ease of someone who had done it a number of times before. The boy laughed louder, wrapping his arms around her neck as if he had not just tried to climb into a stranger’s car. “I’m so sorry,” the woman said, breathless, her eyes meeting mine through the open window. “He got away from us for two seconds while we were grabbing flowers for

The day finally arrived.My heart hammered the entire drive to the adoption agency. Gage’s hand stayed firmly on my thigh the whole way, grounding me through my jeans. We were supposed to pick up a baby boy who was just a few months old, the little one we’d been matched with after months of paperwork, home visits, and careful hope. A fresh start. A tiny life who would never know the pain of waiting.But the moment we stepped into the bright visitation room, something shifted.While the social worker went to fetch the baby’s file, my eyes drifted across the large play area attached to the main room. And there she was.A cute nine-year-old girl sitting alone in the far corner, knees drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. Her dark hair fell in soft waves around her face, partially hiding her features, but when she glanced up, shy, almost startled, her eyes stopped me cold.Central heterochromia.A striking ring of warm amber-brown in the center of each iris, bleeding

Hi everyone ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡We’ve officially wrapped up Book One, and Book Two kicks off right away with a time skip. I hope you’re all ready for it! I want to thank each of you from the bottom of my heart for sticking with me this far. I truly hope we can keep going on this journey together.That said, I’ll be honest: the interaction has been pretty quiet lately, so I’m never quite sure if anyone’s still waiting for the next chapter even though I try to update every day. If you’re enjoying the story, a comment, like, or review would mean the absolute world to me. I’d love to know what you’re thinking and feeling.Still, thank you so much for all your support—it really does keep me going. I appreciate you more than you know (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

I caught up to Micah at the top of the staircase, his dinosaur-pajama butt already halfway down the steps. I trailed behind, tying my messy bedhead into a quick bun so I wouldn’t look completely feral when I hit the kitchen. And there they were. Mom and Dad. Being all… ugh. Lovey-dovey first thing in the morning. Gross. Dad had her backed up against the marble island, his arms looped around her waist while she laughed into his shoulder, coffee mug still in her hand. He was whispering something in her ear that made her swat at him playfully, her robe slipping off one shoulder. They looked like they were in their own little bubble, all soft smiles and inside jokes, like they’d forgotten the rest of the world existed. Or at least forgotten they had kids who could walk in at any second. I fake-gagged loud enough for them to hear. “Seriously? It’s not even eight a.m.” Mom glanced over, cheeks pink, but she didn’t pull away. “Good morning to you too, sweetheart. Sleep well?” “Until a